I‘ve already written about our first flight with Max: a five hour jaunt to Tenerife, when he was 11 months old, and we were still filled with hope that flying with a baby might be easier than people like to make out. Well, spoiler alert: NO, IT WASN’T. Flying with a …
(*Not actually true.) (*Close, though.) So. we’re having a fantastic time here in central Florida, and not even the weird splotches of fake tan on my foot can dampen my enthusiasm for being back in a place where it’s sunny all the time, and the local ZARA is open until 11pm …
[AD: Max received his baby swimming lessons free of charge, in exchange for blog coverage] This morning, as this post goes live, Max and I will be heading to the pool for our final session – for now, at least – of the Turtle Tots baby swimming lessons we started …